“Fuck! I’m pissed. She ain’t tell me nuthin’.”“That’s not cool! I’m sorry, sweetie!”Shayne moved towards his manly lover.Alphonso pu...led his close. “Dis why I hate women!”“I get it,” the call center supervisor offered in a soothing tone.“See dis why niggas fuck wit’ y’all fags!”“I know, baby!”“I could fuck dat bitch up!”“Don’t do that, sweetie! You could just fuck me instead.”“Yeah!”Alphonso took his 8-inch dick out of his boxer briefs. He slapped the wide cock in Shayne’s full, glistening. She came back out with a bottle of pills and asked me how many I wanted. "How many do I need?," I asked. "It's hydrocodone. The more you take, the better you'll feel. C'mon, it's party night, live a little," she said as she handed me four. I hesitated for a moment, then washed them down with my rum punch, the first drink of the night. The pills started to take their effect as we walked out to the central pavilion in our togas and flip-flops, where a crowd was rapidly. “I want you to relax and if you say stop I will ok “ He expored my body with the vibe – firstly on my nipples which were now as stiff as cherries … I was so relaxed I closed my eyes I felt the vibe move from my nipples down my stomach to the folds of my pussy – it was still wet from our earlier efforts and it slid into my pussy with no effort and he worked it in and out – sometimes it was the vibe other times I could feel fingers. I got a shock when I felt lube being put on my ass – I did. " Thank you... Perhaps you're right, I find myself crying too. Tom was a perfect grandfather to me. Today would have been his birthday. He would have been eighty- one... "I know..." I remember on a Jumpstart portage before the plague, I was watching TV with him one evening in Cider Junction. He told me I could always remember he was a true American, because he was born on the fourth of July..." Ha! That sounds just like him! I remember Tom and Ellen used to drive us to see the fireworks, when.